All the Bright Places – Candice Louisa Daquin

Originally posted on Heretics, Lovers, and Madmen:
All the places I have been and sat, and wept, and dried my tears moving on to another destination leaving you there in shards, in bottle…

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No mas amor…

 No mas amor My velvet and silk dream, we danced by the Florence Summer moon. The star lit the sky and our feet moving to the sweet song. I whispered to her, you… Continue reading

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Love words

Love words …Do we remember love? The pretty poet asked. I told her. When we are young, the allure of love, make us believe in a sweet miracle. We are infatuate with the… Continue reading

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I don’t remember how you looked….

  I don’t remember how you looked.       I don’t remember how you looked. Your eyes were blue, maybe hazel green? Your hair golden blond or maybe strawberry red? I  try to describe you… Continue reading

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Tonight, we drink

Originally posted on MESSYPENS:
Tonight, the light dims as the shots pour like rainwater dripping from a broken roof Tonight, we drown in burning tequila –salt on the lips, like a filthy kiss…

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Blindfolded and weightless….

Blindfolded and weightless I watched your tone and beautiful legs move on the dance floor. Legs that make a man beg for mercy before he had sins. Your short skirt showed silky and… Continue reading

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Home

Wonderful poetry by a talented writer.

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Purgatory Inn– “Conversation with a Siren.”

Purgatory Inn —  “Conversation with a Siren” Always good company at the Purgatory Inn.  Chess games are being played, long and deep conversation being done. Purgatory Inn, never closes and always entertaining.  Tonight… Continue reading

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If I had magic…

If I had magic   Johnnie walked the California Fault line alone. Looking for a ancient and holy place. The desert mountain hard and her natural beauty. Perfect place to hide wishing wells… Continue reading

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Song Cycle

Originally posted on Yesterday and today: Merril's historical musings:
Caspar David Friedrich, The Morning ? Stroll through soft cloud blossoms cold rain and light joined in poetry, nature’s songs carrying rhythm from…

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